Thursday 24 October 2019

John Brown on Smith


This is from John Brown's book Puritan preaching in England; a study of past and present by John Brown (1830-1922). Having spoken of William Perkins he moves onto Henry Smith


... there are two preachers to whom I may refer who are not unworthy to stand out even in the searching light of that brilliant time. One of these was Henry Smith, known as the silver-tongued preacher, and therefore, as Thomas Fuller says, only one metal below Chrysostom, the golden-mouthed, himself. After a brief time at Cambridge we find him living as a student with a quaint Puritan preacher of the time, Richard Greenham, rector of Dry Drayton in Cambridgeshire, who seems to have thoroughly imbued him with Puritan principles. It was probably through his influence that Smith, from conscientious scruples on the matter of subscription, declined to undertake a pastoral charge, and contented himself with one of those Puritan lectureships, common then and later, which combined opportunities for preaching with more than ordinary freedom for the preacher. Elected in 1587 as Lecturer at St. Clement Danes, London, he quickly rose to great popularity, and came to be spoken of as the "prime preacher of the nation."
Wood tells us that he came to be "esteemed the miracle and wonder of his age, for his prodigious memory, and for his fluent, eloquent and practical way of preaching." He was, it may be, all the more welcome to his hearers from the fact that his sermons were almost entirely free from those numerous divisions and subdivisions of his subject, and from those elaborate statements of doctrine in which other preachers of the time indulged. They were free also from that "churchiness " of tone in which later Anglican divines abounded; they were practical, pungent, and interspersed with vivid and luminous character sketches.
His theory of simplicity in preaching will commend itself to you. "There is," said he, ''a kind of preachers risen up of late which shroud and cover every rustical and unsavoury and childish and absurd sermon under the name of the simple kind of teaching. But indeed to preach simply is not to preach rudely, nor unlearnedly, nor confusedly, but to preach plainly and perspicuously that the simplest man may understand what is taught, as if he did hear his name." And while he has thus a word for the preacher he has one for the hearers too. In a sermon on "The Art of Hearing," he says there are divers ways of hearing:
"One is like an Athenian and hearkeneth after news; if the preacher say anything of our armies beyond the sea, or Council at home, or matters at court. Another cometh to gaze about the church; he hath an evil eye which is still looking upon that from which Job did avert his eye. Another cometh to muse; so soon as he is set he falleth into a brown study; sometimes his mind runs on his market, sometimes on his journey, sometimes of his suit, sometimes of his dinner, sometimes of his sport after dinner, and the sermon is done before the man thinks where he is. Another cometh to hear, but so soon as the preacher hath said his prayer, he falls fast asleep, as though he had been brought in for a corpse, and the preacher should preach at his funeral."
He is equally keen and sarcastic on those who admire the cleverness of a man who can take in his neighbours and make money at their expense:
"He who can go beyond all in shifts and policy is counted the wisest man in court and city. Oh, if Machiavel had lived in our country what a monarch should he be! To what honour and wealth and power and credit might he have risen unto in short time, whether he had been a lawyer or a courtier, or a prelate! Methinks I see how many fingers would point at him in the streets and say, There goeth a deep fellow; he hath more wit in his little finger than the rest in their whole body."
From his character sketches here is one of the Flatterer:
"He is like your shadow which doth imitate the action and gesture of your body, which stands when you stand, and walks when you walk, and sits when you sit, and riseth when you rise : so the flatterer doth praise when you praise, and finds fault when you find fault, and smiles when you smile, and frowns when you frown, and applauds you in your doings, and soothes you in your sayings, and in all things seeks to please your humour, till he hath sounded the depth of your devices, that he may betray you to your greatest enemies. As the sirens sing most sweetly when they intend your destruction, so flatterers speak most fair when they practise most treachery. Therefore every fair look is not to be liked, every smooth tale is not to be believed, and every glozing tongue is not to be trusted. We must try the words whether they come from the heart or no ; and we must try the deeds whether they be answerable to the words or no."
On the more solemn aspects of life this preacher can speak solemn and searching words, as for example, when he speaks of repentance as a matter of urgent need:
"Whether thou be old or young, thy repentance cannot come too soon, because thy sin is gone before. If thou lackest a spur to make thee run, see how every day runneth away with thy life. Youth cometh upon childhood, age cometh upon youth, death cometh upon age, with such a swift sail, that if all our minutes were spent in mortifying ourselves, yet our glass would be run out before we had purged half our corruptions."
These again are lurid and terrible words with which he describes the anguish of remorse:
''There is a warning conscience and a gnawing conscience. The warning conscience cometh before sin, tlie gnawing conscience followeth after sin. The warning conscience is often lulled asleep, but the gnawing conscience wakeneth her again. If there be any hell in this world, they which feel the worm of conscience gnaw upon their hearts may truly say that they have felt the torments of hell. Who can express that man's horror but himself? Nay, what horrors are tliere which he cannot express himself ? Sorrows are met in his soul at a feast; and fear, thought and anguish, divide his soul between them. All the furies of hell leap upon his heart like a stage. Thought calleth to fear; fear whistleth to horror; horror beckoneth to despair, and saith, Come and help me to torment the sinner. One saith that she cometh from this sin, and another saith that she cometh from that sin, so he goeth through a thousand deaths and cannot die."